Chapter 2

*The next day*

Dean’s Pov:

*Beep beep beep*

The alarm went off, deafening me. Someone please tell me why school has to start this early? And just like that, the half term was over. I reached for the snooze button and buried by head back in the pillows. "Dean!" a voice came from the other side of the door. "Get your holy butt out of bed right now!". Oh crap, mum's on my case. "Just a minute!" I whined wrapping the duvet tighter around me. A few minutes later, the door swung open. "DEAN CLARKE! GET OUT OF BED RIGHT NOW!" mum snapped whipping the duvet off me. "Alright alright!" I replied while peeling myself out of bed.

Rosa's pov:

"Did you really have to be so harsh on him?" Abraham asked sipping his coffee. I gave my husband a death glare which caused him to sink into his chair. He gets it. The sound of footsteps came closer as Dean emerged from the doorway. "Can't the summer holidays last longer?" he complained throwing his rucksack in the corner. Me and Abraham looked at each other before bursting out in hysterics. "As nice as it sounds, me and your father have missed some um....alone time together" I sniggered causing Abraham to spit his coffee out. Dean looked at me disgust all over his face. "You know what? Maybe school isn't a bad idea after all" he said grabbing bag from the corner. "YOU FORGOT YOUR INSULIN!" I called after him. Every single day I have to remind him. I dread to think about what would happen if I'm not around.

Abraham's pov:

"Rosa" I calmly said. She took a deepbreath handing me the syringe. Dean never took his diabetes seriously but I guess that's maybe his way to cope with the diagnoses. He was six when we realised that something was off. We were playing in the park when he suddenly collapsed in my arms. After a trip to the ER and a few tests, he was diagnosed. I approached Dean handing him his medication. "Let me drive you to school today" I said as Dean rolled his eyes. "Yeah and embarrass me in front of all my friends. No thanks" he replied leaving and slamming the front door after him. I hated this. He had type 1 diabetes because of me. I have it too and I passed this dreadful disease unto my own son. I felt a hand on my shoulder and the sweet breaths of my wife. "It's not your fault" she quietly said. She could read my thoughts like a book. We connected on a much deeper level and that's why we fell in love. I loved this woman more than the world. I had no idea what my world would be like without her. I watched as she walked off to grab her stuff. "I'm on the evening shift tonight so you'll be picking up Dean from school" she said pecking me on the lips. "See you tonight hun" she finished walking out of the house. How did I ever fall for her. She's a doctor and I'm a music producer. But as they say. Opposites attract.

Dean's pov:

I walked into the school hallway and I could hear whispers. As if there was some sort of gossip going around. Randy approached me with sadness across his eyes. Something serious has happened. "What's going on" I asked as the nerves built up. I could sense that something was off. The sadness all over Randy's eyes said it all. He opened up his arms and embraced me with a warm hug. "I'm so sorry Dean" he whispered. "What are you talking about?" I asked clearly confused by his remarks. His face turned to one with confusion. "You haven't heard?" he asked. Now I was really starting to lose my patience. "When was the last time you spoke to Lauren?" he asked. That's when it hit me. "What happened to Lauren?" I asked with concern starting to shower over. Randy took the biggest breath clearly trying to compose himself. "She took her life" he croaked trying to hold the tears in. And in that moment, my whole world came crashing down. Now the it all made sense. The way she abruptly broke up with me. The way she said that she didn't want to be a burden on me. She was saying goodbye and I was to gutless to realise it. Ever since she became famous, she was always targeted by trolls. It was hate after hate after hate.

Randy's pov:

He just stood there, not saying a word. Watching his heart break into a million pieces. "Dean?" I whispered trying to break the silence. He looked at me then ran off. I couldn't let him be alone in that fragile state. "Dean!" I called after him. He suddenly stopped turning on his heels staring back with a blank face. Without any warning, he fell to his knees and started to sob uncontrollably. I knelt down and let his head flop into my chest. And in that moment, I felt something I never felt before. A bond. An invisible electric current going through us both. I haven't felt that way since being with Daniel. And him cheating on me broke me in a way I couldn't imagine. Is it possible?

To be continued...